All language subtitles for Dublin.Murders.S01E08(1)

They asked about
the three kids.

I have reason to believe

that Jamie, Peter and Adam
witnessed a violent crime

against you.

We raised a darkness.

There's no such thing.

I never wanted you.

Student card identifies her
as Alexandra Mangan.

If it makes you feel any better,

you can tell yourself
Lexie did it.

Sam?

You don't want
to do this today.

- Hey, hey!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I made a mistake.

Well, no one needs
to know that.

Creative spin, Cass.

Don't send in your report
until then, okay?

Cassie...

There's something
I want to tell you.

- Whose are these, Mark?
- Biscuits.

Damien always brought them.

Katy.

You get used to the smell
quicker than you'd think.

She's been here for
about six months.

Neighbors downstairs
only noticed

when she started dripping
through their ceiling.

It's murder though,

her right orbital ridge
and cheekbone are smashed.

You'll be Reilly.

You're Maddox.

O'Kelly sent me
to babysit you.

Spy, more like.

See if the new girl
pukes up her ring

in a little putrefaction.

A little?

He reckons there's
no possible solve
to this, doesn't he?

That's why we've got it.

Oh, then he's gonna have
to kiss our arses extra hard

when we do get
a solve, won't he?

She was 22.

No one to notice
she was dead.

I think I got a bit
of our girl on my shoe.

"Dear Mum and Dad,
great first day
at my new job,

"wading knee deep
through fetid human gravy."

I don't have parents.

Killed in a car crash.

We hit a stag and it came
through the windscreen.

I was in the back
of the car.

Not a scratch on me.

You're testing me.

You're going to judge me
on how I respond.

You want to know if I'll
get on your nerves.

If I get this wrong,

your attitude to me
will be polite

but blistering contempt.

Quite smart, aren't you,
Detective Reilly?

Oh, I get by.

Detective Maddox.

You were the only one
to get out alive.

Yep, that's me.

We've got something
in common.

Hello, freak.

Hello.

Do I have
to pay you, Miss Aherne?

It's just I don't really have
that much money.

How much do you cost?

Uh, don't worry
about that for now.

I'm sorry,

that sounded rude.
How much do you cost?

It's all right.

I'm going to advise you
to cooperate fully, Damien.

That little prick.

The hours I spent,
sat with him

when he cried
like a bitch.

O'Neill, you get prepped,

- you'll sit in
on the interview.
- I'll take Quigley.

Damien knows him,

I want everything familiar,
keep him calm, focused.

If you could go to the house
while forensics work it.

Mrs. Donnelly is bed-ridden.

M.S., there's plans
to move her.

- Where are you going?
- Quick piss.

A chocolate bloody biscuit.

The devil's
in the detail, huh?

I nearly missed him.

Looking at the family
because of 1985,

I should have been
looking at him sooner.

I nearly missed him.

But you didn't miss him.

So get yourself
together, Detective,

and nail this
one down. Right?

I'll phone the Devlins
and tell them
we're holding someone.

Oh, Maddox is out.

There's a body shot dead,

but it's not her,
so that's something.

It's Simone.

Hi, come in.

You neighbors rang me.

Said it looked like something's happening

because of the officer outside.

Have they got someone?

Well, they haven't told
us very much,

but I'll tell you
what we know so far.

She's always here, isn't she?

Any excuse.

It's hardly
an excuse.

Perhaps it's you
she wants to steal.

I can't think why.

But she's welcome to you
as far as I'm concerned.

Can't you just stop?

No,

I don't think I can.

It has nothing
to do with us.

With it.

It has nothing
to do with that.

Everything's to do with that.

Everything.

Why are you whispering?

How long is this
going to take?

The sooner we get
to the truth
the sooner it's over.

It was me. All me.

I did it.

Keep your powder dry, Damien.

We need that on tape.

You must have been worried
your mum would wake up.

I gave her
an extra sleeping pill.

She wouldn't have let
me take the car.

And then you drove
to Knocknaree,

to the dig site?

The finds shed.

I was waiting
at the finds shed.

What'd you do next?

I hit her.

I hit her on the head.

Twice.

- Was Katy your girlfriend?
- No.

- Did you want her
to be your girlfriend?
- No.

I'm not a pervert.

- But you liked her?
- No,

I didn't like her.

That's the whole point.
She wasn't a nice person.

She wasn't kind.
I didn't like her.

Who arranged
the meeting? You?

I suppose.

Yeah. That's hazy.

- Hazy?
- Yeah, a lot's happened.

Why did she come to the woods
in the middle of the night

to meet someone
who didn't like her?

Cooperate, Damien.

I am!

I suppose she didn't know
I didn't like her.

She expected everyone
to like her.

Because they didn't know
the truth about her.

The truth being
that she wasn't kind.

Worse than that.

She was cruel.

But you must have had
some sort of relationship
with her to know that.

And she must have known
and trusted you

to leave the house
in the middle of the night
to meet you,

so you could fracture her skull

with two blows
from a heavy blunt object.

It was the rock

that holds the garage door open.

So it was planned?

You'd thought about
what you were going to use?

Yes.

I knew what I was
going to do with it.

I knew I was
going to kill Katy.

Why did you take her
back to your house?

What did you want
to do to her?

Nothing.

What did you do next?

I took her from the car

and laid her down
in the laundry room.

And I was so thirsty.

I didn't think I could ever be that thirsty.

And then she was there.

She wasn't dead.

She wasn't dead at all.

I want to go home.

I want my dad.

And that's when
you suffocated her
with a plastic bag.

Yes.

You undressed her.

Washed her clothes
and redressed her.

She wet herself.

I didn't know
that would happen.

And it didn't seem
right to leave her.

Like that.

And I'm used to cleaning up.
Taking care.

I still don't understand
why you took her home,

instead of straight
to the altar.

Did you want to
do something to her
and change your mind?

I didn't do anything to her.

Do you have
a tracksuit?

Yes.

For round the house.

Joggers and a hoodie.

What color is it?

- Grey.
- Not blue?

Not French blue?

For the tape,
we're showing
Damien Donnelly

an artist's impression
of the man

he claims he saw
in the woods.

You didn't see
this man, did you?

Did you?

For the tape, Damien.

No.

But Jessica Devlin did.

Jessica Devlin said a man
in blue running clothes,
a tracksuit,

followed her and Katy,
trying to get Katy
to come with him,

saying he had kittens.
Was that man you?

No. I'd never follow
children like that
because I'm not a pervert.

Thing is, Damien,
perverts always say that.

- Always.
- Always.

"It's the others,
they're nonces,

"pedos, filth,
they're the beasts,

"not me, I'm special.
My love is pure."

My love is pure,
it is, I would never, not ever.

You cry a lot, Damien.

You cried when you
discovered Katy's body.

When you leant over her,
trying to wake her,

poor sweet confused lad,

but in reality

you were making sure
that any DNA evidence
from you, hair, skin...

...could be attributable
to that human gesture.

Trying to wake a dead girl.
Master manipulator.

You cried sitting next to me,

going through
all those mugshots,

I felt sorry
for you, Damien.

Of course I cried,

those men, what they do,
they ruin lives,

they hurt and damage
and break and ruin

and they don't care,
they don't care what they do
and we have to go on living...

Did that happen to you?

Anyone who does that

to a child,

they don't deserve to live.
They just don't.

I didn't touch Katy like that.

I didn't have feelings
for her like that. At all.

I killed her
because she found it funny.
Because she laughed.

Funny?

Funny?
Found what funny?

It.

But Damien, in order for her
to have laughed at you,
to find "It" funny,

in order to have
that conversation,

you'd have had
a relationship with her.

- A relationship you say
you didn't have.
- I didn't.

And she came out to meet
you in the middle
of the night,

took a chocolate biscuit
from you and ate it,
probably quite cheerfully.

What was happening
between her taking
the biscuit

and you hitting her?

She must have relaxed

because she turned
her back on you.

- What were you talking about?
- I don't know, it's...

- Hazy?
- Yes!

Was there someone else
there with you?

No.

I told you.
It was all me.

You were very quick
to tell us that.

But I didn't ask
if it was all you, did I?

I just wanted to tell the truth.

You're not telling
the truth.

And what about this man?

What about this man?

Because if he isn't you...

- It isn't me!
- Well then who is it?

What was happening
between you and Katy,

between the biscuit
and the blow to her skull?

Who else was
there with you?

Oh, Damien, come on.

You're used to taking care,
you're used to protecting.

Who are you
taking care of now?

I've told you everything!

This has to be over.
I need to give
my mum her meds.

I need to make her tea.
I need to get home.

Miss Aherne, didn't you
brief your client?

Yes, of course.

I thought you understood.

What do you mean?

Damien...

You've confessed
to murder.

There is no going home.

No! No!

No!

No!

He's lying.

There was someone else involved.

You're not going to get
anything more out of him
for a long time.

I'll put him on watch.

Reilly.

You need to come
to Damien's house. Right now.

D'you know why I'm here?

Yeah.

I told you not to send
in your report until
we'd talked about it.

You mean,
until you'd told me
what to say.

You want to fuck
yourself that's one thing

but you've fucked me.

We should never
have been in that house.

They killed a woman
and they covered it up.

And we could have
broken them
in formal interview.

Easily.

You are going to
retract your report.

You wrote it
in a state of shock.

Nervous exhaustion.

You are going to submit
to a psychiatric assessment

and be found unstable,

your grasp on
the particulars
of this case uncertain

and the only mistake I made

was considering you fit
for active service.

We shouldn't have been
in that house.

We went in because we could.

Because it amused us,

because we got a kick out of it,

because there's something
wrong with us

and we don't know
when to stop

and now a young man is dead

who doesn't need to be,

and those kids
because that's all
they are, Frank,

they're just kids.

They're never gonna
get over that...

- Retract your report.
- We need to be stopped.

We took risks with
other people's lives

because we just
didn't give a shit.

We're dangerous, Frank.

And you've been doing
this for way too long.

You're forgetting who
you're talking to, soldier.

I don't know
where you think
you are right now,

but I am not your soldier.

Those blood tests
we took from you,

we got them rushed though,
urgent, having your
welfare as a priority.

You're pregnant, Maddox.
Did you know that?

Yeah.

In Damien's bedroom.

We left it just
as we found it.

Look in the box
on the desk.

Is your father in?

Stop!

Stop right now!

Blue, stupid

Katy's color.

And the man in blue said

"Do you want
to see some kittens?"

And Katy said no

and she walked away fast,

holding your hand...

Why? Why?

Why? Why?

- Why?
- That's enough.

Come on.

Rosalind Devlin,
I'm arresting you

for the murder
of Katherine Devlin.

You're not obliged
to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

and anything you do say
will be taken down
and can be used as evidence.

I'll be in touch,
Mr. Devlin.

Go back
inside, Jessica.

Do you require medical
attention?

Yes, please.

Do you require
the services
of a solicitor?

Yes, please.

Do you understand the reasons
why you've been arrested

- as I've explained
them to you?
- Yes.

And they're all correct.

I will make
a full confession.

But, I will only make it
to Detective Cassie Maddox.

No one else.

Just her.
Thank you.

Doors opening.

Bang!

Doors closing.

Doors opening.

Rosalind and Damien, then.

Yeah.

There was a shooting.

Are you okay?

No.

Not at all. You?

Not my best.

Not good.

Pretty shit.

You left me a message,

saying you wanted
to tell me something.

What was it?

What the fuck
are you two doing?

Maddox,
shake your stumps.

You need briefing.

Go get her.

Thanks.

- I will.
- I know you will.

Thirty-five years
I've been doing this

and I never get tired
of this moment.

When you know
you're going
to get justice.

I will never ever
get tired of it.

For an English dryshite,
you're not so bad,

huh, Reilly.

Thank you, Sir.

Sorry about this.

My sinuses are bastards.

So I have advised
my client,

or at least tried to.

She's set
on what she wants.

Full disclosure,
and no mitigation.

So I'll-I'll just sit here
and look pretty.

Interview with Rosalind Devlin
in the presence of
Detective Garda Cassie Maddox

and legal aid solicitor
James Brice,

time 11:32 p.m.,
3rd December 2006.

Thank you for coming.

Why me?

You look different.

You changed your hair.

I got a fringe.
Why me?

What did you think
that very first day?

What did you think
when you saw me?

That there was
something very wrong.

I thought that there was
something wrong in your house.

Possibly sexual abuse.

Oh, well, you were meant
to think that.

Everyone was meant
to think that.

Your partner thought that.

I was relieved
when you went off.

You'd have worked it out.

You with your sharp eyes.

You'd have worked out
that the wrong thing was me.

It's not just the fringe.

You're different.

Why are you different?

You told Detective Reilly
that you spent

a few days in
a hostel in Dublin,

but you were with
Damien Donnelly,

planning it,

working out how he was
going to murder your sister.

Why did you go off
so suddenly?

I was quite hurt.

I was working
another investigation.

Did something happen
between you and
Detective Reilly?

You seemed so close.

Rosalind, I'm tired,

and I'm in no mood
to piss about.

You got what you wanted,

everyone running
around after you.

You got your audience.

Oh, I know there's
people watching.

All the men.

I don't care
about them, though.

I care about you.

Why are you different?

I see. This is a game
we're playing, is it?

You show me yours,
I'll show you mine.

Fine.

I seem different
because less than 24 hours ago,
I shot a man dead.

It's had quite the effect on me.

Happy?

Very.

Killer Cassie.

Thank you
for sharing.

I look pretty
in this one,

don't you think?

Are you sure your mum doesn't know I'm here?

She doesn't know.

I wish you could
always stay here.

I can't.

I have to look after Jessica.

I can't stand
that everybody thinks

your father is
a decent man.

He's filth.

The things
he does to you.

What makes it unbearable

is the sound
of Katy laughing.

She thinks
it's funny, Damien.

She laughs.

Does he love you?

I think so.

Of course,
he does!

You're so beautiful,
how could he not love you.

Daddy...

He wants to
see me tonight,

but I daren't.

Would you take
a letter for me?

Then I can meet him.

Then you can meet him.

Love you forever.

Forever and ever.

I told Damien to keep Katy
at his place for a day.

There'd be so much confusion
and anxiety,

but there'd also be hope.

Hope that she'd
just turn up.

That she'd be fine
and life would go
back to normal.

What's that saying? Um,
"It's the hope that kills."

Blunt force trauma
and suffocation kills,
Rosalind.

Well,
if you're going
to be pedantic.

My father suspected I had
something to do with it.

With Katy.

You could hear his poor
old brain working away,

the cogs grinding,

not wanting to think it
but thinking it all the same.

Has he ever
sexually abused you?

God, no.

Quite the opposite,
barely looks at me.

But you let us
think that he had.

You use the weapons
you've got.

He believed you.

This vulnerable,
damaged man
believed you.

And you exploited him.

I could tell there was
something missing
when I first met him.

Something lost.

You can sense it,
can't you?

But for a while,
he got to be a hero,

a rescuer.

Not everyone gets
to be that.

He got to be a murderer
because of you.

He didn't see it
like that, though.

Damien's been taken
to a secure unit
under sedation.

His mum,
his bedridden mum
is in a care home.

She'll probably
never see him again.

Two families destroyed,
his and yours,

and Katy dead.

Why, Rosalind?

I think something happened
with you and Detective Reilly.

I mean, one minute
you were there
and the next,

gone.

You run when you
get caught out, don't you?

I ran,

I didn't think I would,
but I did.

I ran when I was caught.

And you ran, too.

Something happened.

Something was over.

You don't want
to tell me,

it's all right,

I know.

She's a little
mind-fucker, this one.

It's the men in the
white coats for her.

Why, Rosalind?

Why did you hate Katy
that much?

I was proud of Katy.

Oh, she was a sweetheart.

I didn't hate her at all.

It's them.

Them?

Mummy and Daddy.

I fucking hate them.

Their airless stunted lives.

Their miserable,
joyless marriage.

I wasn't wanted, you know.

They had to get married
because of me.

They loathe each other.

Being with them

is like having a bag
held over your head.

So I know
what Katy felt like.

Katy was the one thing

that meant
their entire existence

hadn't been
a waste of time.

So I took her
away from them.

Now all they've got

is the unwanted Rosalind
and the defective Jessica.

No pride,

no joy,

nothing to look forward to
or be excited about.

Now they have
no one to love

and no one to love them.

Now they look ahead
and see nothing.

Now they know what
it's like to be me.

Rosalind, based on
this confession,

I think there's
a very strong chance

you're going to serve
more jail time than Damien.

Do you?

Is there nothing
that might make
a difference?

You might want
to jump in here.

Oh, it's in the planning.

The Detective is right.
It's in the planning.

All your games,

they're over.

They're done.

Are they?

Oh...

Killer Cassie,

did you really think

I'd come in here
with nothing left?

She gets it.
She knows.

What the shite
is going on in there?

What does she get?

Interview terminated.

She knows
Detective Robert Reilly
is Little Adam

from Knocknaree.

Aren't you, Rob?

You're Adam.

The only one
to be found.

Aren't you?

All those little hints
you gave me,

Detective Reilly,

so I'd trust you,

I went hunting,

look what I caught.

Dear, oh dear.

Compromised investigation.
Now, that makes a difference.

That makes
a very big difference.

I will require
further time with my client.

And you can turn
that tape off.

No, fuck it,
leave it running.

Jesus, this is gold!

Little Adam.

All grown up

with an English accent.

You can come out now.

You can stop hiding.

I found you.

I'd like to see you
in my office, Detective.

Now, Detective.

Rob.

Not a word about this.

He's one
of those kids?

How could he be...

He's one of those kids, isn't he?

Yeah, Phelan. Yeah.

Oh, shite.

Interview terminated.

1:17 a.m.,

4th December 2006.

Maddox didn't know.

Bullshit.

What possessed you?

I wanted to know
what happened to us.

To me and Peter
and Jamie.

I wanted to find them,
to bring them home.

I wanted...

To come home.

There'll be a disciplinary.

You're finished.

Maddox will never work murder again.

You can't leave for a bit.

You'll get swarmed
by journalists.

I wouldn't do that to you.

Go somewhere
I can't see you

until we can
get you out quietly.

Every single case
you worked

can now be questioned,
don't you get that?

Every single conviction

is now in doubt.

I'm sorry.

Just go away.

Go away, now.

This goes against
every single protocol.

It's interesting,
isn't it?

I get to make demands now.

I say I want to
speak to you
and here you are.

What do you want, Rosalind?

You must have been
wondering all your life

why they disappeared
and not you?

Of course, anyone would.

Don't listen to her.

No.

Do listen to me.

I'm the only one
that understands.

Why you and not them?

Why did you get to
grow up and not them?

Why were you lucky
and not them?

Why were they
never seen again
but here you are,

in your crumpled suit,

pretending to be
a human being.

Yes?

Yes.

It's because they
were wanted.

Special.

Golden.

Like Katy.

And you're just
so ordinary.

You weren't lucky, Adam,

you just weren't special.

You're a reject.

Like me.

I didn't want us
to part company

without telling
you that.

I'm ready.

Love you forever.

Forever and ever.

What did she say
to you, then?

It's true,
don't you think?

We're rejects.

No.

She was just twisting
the knife one last time.

She probably
won't go to prison.

She'll end up
in a psychiatric
hospital somewhere.

Katy won't get
what she deserves.

I fucked up.

We fucked up.

We both did.

You and me.

There are things I should never have done.

We were just feeding
off each other.

Our festering secrets.

I should never have
done that to you.

Is this it?

I killed a man, Rob.

I killed Daniel March

and Rosalind Devlin gets away with murder

and both those things
are because of us.

I...

I...

I thought
we could maybe say sorry,

I could say sorry

because I am sorry
and we could...

Carry on.

I need to get off
that road,

and you need
to leave those woods.

How?

I don't know how.

Tell me how and I will
because I just... I just...

I want to bring them home.

They weren't bad or good,
they were just...

Peter and Jamie
so how do I...

Leave them?

Out there in the dark?

Cassie, this is
really it, isn't it?

I have to go
see O'Kelly now.

Of course.

We won't see each other again.

I know that.

I'll miss you.

Very much.

Be careful with yourself, Rob.

The message I left you.

What I wanted to say

is that I love you.

You are the only person

in this world

that I love.

Attention, all passengers.

The 8:15 Dublin to Liverpool
ferry is now boarding please
have your tickets...

How do you like being back in Knocknaree?

Why did you say
you were dead?

Adam, what happened
to Jamie and Peter?

Oh, you've crawled out
from under your stone, then.

Oh, you know, just sorting
a few things out.

Dotting the Is,
crossing the Ts.

I owe you a drink, Brian.

Your cock-up
entirely eclipses mine.

And Maddox has proved
completely unreliable
as an officer.

Nothing she says
carries any water.

So, tough times for you,

but it's all good for me.

Every cloud.

- One of these days, Mackey.
- Oh, yeah, no doubt.

One of these days
I'll be on me knees

in some field
in the back of the beyond,

beside a grave
I've dug for myself

and there'll be a gun
at the back of my head.

Who'll pull the trigger?
Will it be you?

I don't think so.

You haven't got the balls,

and there's this streak
of decency you've got.

It'll be the end of you.

Listen, remember
to stay hydrated, yeah.

Nice location.

Just give us one
of those, would ya?

Thanks.

I held Sandra Sculley down

in the woods.

And when it happened,

it didn't feel real.

It was just Cathal
shouting at me
to hold her arms,

to hold her down.

And I did.

I did what I was told.

That's the bit I remember.

It's the rest of it.

What?

Nothing.

Just running.
That's all.

And being chased.

That was
your little friends

shouting that
they'd seen it all.

- Stop!
- Move.

That they were gonna tell.

How long are we
going to stay here?

Till those
little shits come out.

Maybe they've gone home.

They're hiding.

We were
going to catch you,
give you all a kicking

and put some manners
in you.

I know you can hear me!

You go against me,

and I will rip
your heads off

and piss down the holes
of your necks!

You'd been there, all three of you.

And then you weren't.

And then we saw
one of you at the tree.

Boy, little boy,
it's okay.

It's okay, little boy,
let go. Let go.

Let go, little boy.

And that was you.

That was me.

With your shoes
full of blood

and there was rips
in your shirt.

And there was
this noise like laughing.

But not...

We shat ourselves,

that was the truth.

Peter!

Jamie!

Leave him.

Can't leave him!

Fucking leave him!

We were never here.

I'll sort it out
like I always do.

Come on.

Cathal got Margaret
to say she'd seen us.

She was 14.

She had a crush on him.

She didn't know
what she was agreeing to.

But I swear to you, I swear,

we never touched
a hair on your head

or your friends.

They were just...

Gone.

I believe you.

We all had to keep
it going. The lie.

You need to make
a statement.

Not to me, to someone
who's allowed
to take statements

about the rape.

I already have.

Shane used to say that
we'd raised a darkness
what we did to Sandra,

and we did.

We raised a darkness.

Rosalind.

Our daughter.

Brooklands.

Yes, everything is confidential.

Do you know how many
weeks you're pregnant?

Okay, can you come in
on the 15th, 9 a.m.?

Cassie Maddox?

- Do you have anyone
with you, Cassie?
- No, it's just me.

I did my best for you.

Thank you, sir.

Reilly...

You broke my terrible
fucking heart.

Just so you know that.

Go well, Lexie.

Be good.

That's the thing
about being a detective.

You get to detect.

Come on.
I'll take you home.

It'll heat up in a bit.

You should go to bed.

Sleep.

I'll give you a call later
to check how you're doing.

Will you stay for a bit?

You're going
to be all right, Cassie.

You are.

Everything's going
to be all right.

You poor
little bastard, Adam.

Thought I'd come
and have a little look.

So where are
they sending you, then?

Someplace quiet
to count the sheep?

Pretty much.

Have they found anything?

Bodies, you mean?

No.

But it's a big wood.

I found something, though.

Turned it over
with my shoe.

Probably all those
Indiana Jones wannabes

were desperate to turn up
something like this.

Erl-King.
The baby stealer.

What? Just because I look
like an uneducated gobshite

doesn't mean that I am one.

Do you want it?

No.

Not at all.

Well, good luck
in the arse end
of nowhere.

And a rising road
to you, Adam.

You deserve
that much.

A rising road.